Drifting through endless darkness.
Reaching out to get hold on something.
Getting hold on (her).
Loosing grip.
Being blown away by the wind.
Nothing but a cold gust in the night.
It was all in your head, in your brain. All just in your brain. It always was. You’ve never left this prison, you know? The constant darkness and utter silence in this cell made your dreams seem more real to you than this bleak reality you were suffering. At some point you started to believe these phantasies your idle brain created. Would’ve been nice, wouldn’t it? Escaping this way. But you see, it was the loneliness, after all, that betrayed these dreams. A single mind will always be lonely, cause all the creatures it’s able to create, are only freaks of itself. And as this loneliness became unbearable, it eroded all your phantasies like a cancer.
Welcome back, sufferer.
I’m going to move to the city of L. in eight days. That’s approximately three hours away from here. I’ll open a new chapter in my life. I’m both excited and sad, but I am generally happy that things have started changing and that I am once again floating in the stream of life.
Great cloud of sound, imagery and written word, not bound to the laws of common sense or physical reality. Seamless fusion of love and hate, fantasy and perversion. Me too will feed you my mind and thus become resolved into you.
"Despair", 2009, human blood on three-coat toilet paper. Not for sale. ;-)
My fear and sadness bind me to this lair of mine.
All dreams and hopes have died and left my heart as empty shell.
And as all loved ones left me, it filled itself with loneliness.
That is my curse, the curse of borderline.
Played around with some of my fire ghosts.
Played with my Cannon PowerShot A60 (2.0 Mega Pixels!) – I love this little bastard :-D
